

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Midnight, fan barely turning Old truck keys on the floor You were breathing slow beside me Like you’d been through this before Then the room got cold and heavy Dark shapes crawling up my spine I could feel them crowd around us But your arm pulled me in tight [Chorus] My protector, my wild one Holding on while the dark things come You were wrestling ghosts in your sleep for me Every shadow tried to climb this bed But they broke like waves on your chest instead Yeah, you fought ‘em back so I could finally breathe My protector You protected me [Verse 2] They piled high on our blankets I felt fingers on my feet I heard whispers in the corners Saw ‘em gathering like a sheet You just tightened up your shoulders Jaw set hard, eyes still closed Murmured “stay right here, I got you” Like you’d outlawed every ghost [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] You kicked and turned like you were swinging At demons only you could see I shook and shook but never woke you Guess you were too busy saving me [full voice] If they come back, let ‘em come then I’ve seen what you can do half-awake If this is war in rumpled covers You’re the line they’ll never break [Chorus]
Tags
country, Moody outlaw-country pop with female vocals; brushed kit and twangy tremolo guitar in the verses, pulsing bass and big claps in the chorus. Slide guitar cries in the background; chorus opens up with stacked harmonies and a wide, cinematic lift. Bridge drops to near-whisper over sparse picked guitar, then swells back with a gritty, defiant final hook., pop, sleep
3:04
No
1/16/2026